Walking home
Set upon
Scorching cigarettes on the arm
Intimidation by the charm
Trying to be calm
They plunge a knife in him
Slowly it penetrates
Feeling it all
Then face returns to a boy four years old
Little boy about to let go
Holding him in a loving embrace
Sentiment of care and grace
A hand rest upon the face
We drift and release
to
that
heavenly
place
Child so full of grace